Sweetest spirit ever there was, Daisy
October 2006 - July 2017
Never imagined this blog would become an obituary page, but life is funny that way. I really don't have any other public forum to share beyond the cryptic space of an Instagram post and for those who have loved Daisy-- I want to be able to provide you with closure, too.
Over the last few months, Daisy had been slowing down considerably. I called the vet to see if there was something wrong that could be addressed, but her vitals and thyroid were all in good health-- she was just nearing the end. And, although I knew this day would come-- nothing can buffer you from the abject pain of having to say good-bye to the most loving soul you have ever known on this earth.
Devoted falls short of describing how each and every morning of my life she would come to the side of the bed and patiently wait for me to notice she was there. The gentlest beginning to the day you can imagine. As I type this to you, she is resting -- her breath labored-- at my feet. She would follow me room to room -- always staying close, always vigilant.
When I recorded the first Magic of Myth workshop-- Daisy was never more than a few feet from me. And then, on the last day, when I was saying good-bye, she climbed up on the chair next to me, gave a heavy sigh: as ever, she embodied all my emotion.
I share this with you below so you can feel her sweet presence -- and because though at the time I was saying good-bye to the class-- today, I feel I can say the same prayer to her as she leaves me and this world.
In the past 4 days, she has lost all use of her back legs so it is hard for me to comprehend, just five months ago-- she saved me from an intruder attempting to crawl in the second floor window while I was asleep in bed. My fierce protective warrior. She nurtured me at every turn.
It didn't matter if I had been gone 15 minutes or for a day-- when I returned from being away she would leap to her feet and come racing, tail wagging. Pure love. Pure joy.
The hardest part for me in running Squam all these years was leaving Daisy behind. Her gaze as I was leaving always showed such confusion -- how could I live without her? And it felt to me that every time I left her, a bit of her heart broke.
There's no way to know, of course-- anything at all about the animal experience of this world, but when Henry died she went into such a deep, profound depression I could see more clearly than ever how connected she was to those she loved.
Her most favorite thing in the world was to go for a walk. It didn't matter if it were mountains, woods, beach or just tooling around the neighborhood.
She was never more happy than when she was out exploring the world. And without fail, if there were water to be found-- she found it.
There is not one day, not one-- in all the years we were together that the very first thing she did upon going outside before even taking a pee-- she would drop to the earth, roll onto her back, breathe in deeply of the grass-- or mud or snow-- it did not matter if it was pouring rain-- she greeted the earth in the same manner every. single. day.
She was the most social, sweet, happy-go-lucky spirit. Always warm and friendly to any dog or person she might meet.
And she loved nothing more than jumping into the back of the car for a road trip.
Somehow, when I left last week-- her ability to keep on keeping on as her back legs and stamina got weaker and weaker-- just gave out. My friend Camille was here taking care of Daisy and Oliver and when I called to check in and see how they were doing, she had to tell me, not good. Not good at all.
At 3am on Friday night, I left Sedona, AZ (where I was one week into a 2-week arts residency) and drove to Phoenix airport to catch the first flight home.
I am just in so much pain-- she is the truest love I have ever known in this world.
I am just going to miss her so much. All I hope is she knows how much I love her.
And how grateful I am for every minute I got to be with her.
My only comfort right now is imagining that Henry is waiting for her on the other side.
And, that they will both hang around until Ollie and I show up, too.
peace out, Elizabeth